The salty tang of the ocean stings your nose as you adjust your scuba mask, the sunlight filtering through the waves in rippling patterns over the seabed. Next to you, Lara Croft checks her gear with practiced ease, her eyes scanning the horizon even underwater.

“Ready?” she asks, her voice crackling slightly through the radio in your mask. Her grin is infectious, and despite the pressure of the deep, you feel a thrill run down your spine.

You nod, though your heart is racing. “As ready as I’ll ever be. Just… try not to get us eaten by sharks.”

Lara chuckles, a low, mischievous sound. “Sharks are the least of our worries. Wait until we find the ruins.”

The sunken city looms into view—a haunting labyrinth of columns, statues, and mosaic floors that have survived centuries beneath the waves. Coral clings to the walls like living jewelry, and schools of fish dart between the shadows.

“Wow…” you breathe, awe coloring your voice. Lara smirks at your reaction.

“This is just the beginning,” she says, reaching for your hand. Her fingers brush yours, and an unexpected jolt of electricity runs through you. “Keep close.”